Rosalie clutched to Emmett's sleeve, tears rolling down her cheek. "It's gonna be alright babe." He whispered, aluminum baseball bat clutched like a lifeline in his hands. She didn't respond to those comforting words because they where hallow. It was a whispered lie spoken as they huddled in fear in this old equipment barn. How would every thing be ok? It couldn't be. Not with her brother dead, not with her sister missing and Emmett's warm blood seeping through her shirt even as they sat here. No. Jason would find them. Nothing would ever be alright at Crystal Lake ever again.

Well , interested? I'll write the story if people will read it! I need at least 3 people who wanna hear it!